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If you don't like the thought of gay couples, child abuse, or suicide, THEN DON'T READ!!!!!!!!

Amen Jewel

You're mother's child
But night lays you down
Hair aflame, wild look in your eye
Naked belly to the ground
A forest fire
Nibbles at your veins, crawls up your arm
Runs away with your mind
And burns dry thoughts, like leaves

Amen

Eyes stare up
But something's in the way
In the bible only angels have wings
And the rest must wait
To be saved
A dry tounge
Screams at the sky
But the wind just breaths words in, as a strange birds tries
To fly

Amen

Pieces of us
Die everyday as though our flesh were
Hell
Such injustice, as children we are told that
From god we fell
Where are my angels?
Where's my golden one?
And where is my hope now that my, heros have gone?
Some are being beaten some are being born
And some can't tell the difference
Anymore

Amen
Hallelujah
Hallelujah

From Death, We Shall Grow

Chapter 1- blood mingles with tears

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An ear- piercing scream followed the sound of the belt slapping against raw flesh.
"That'll teach you boy, for the snide remarks!" Vernon Dursley shouted at his nephew, who was remaining motionless until he heard footsteps pounding up the basement stairs and the shut of the door.

Harry let out a whimper, and a small cry as he tried to move. Shut up, you ignorant pathetic muggle! Those were the words that caused this beating. Harry couldn't think at the moment, he was trying hard not to pass out.

Harry, moved his back an inch, but the pain that erupted was too much to bear, and the threatening darkness enveloped him.

Harry awoke from the darkness, only to be welcomed by more darkness. The searing pain that was always continuing from his back, forced him to close his eyes. Harry could hear muffled voices coming from the door, a loud bark and a yell of "WHERE THE HELL IS HE DURSLEY?!" I really am going insane… Harry thought to himself.

He tried to move again, but still the pain came barreling up his spine. He heard the basement door open, and let out a quiet whimper. He could hear footsteps coming down the stairs. He tried to crawl away, but the bloody cuts that the whipping gave him made it impossible for him to even move an inch, much less than a foot.

"Harry, Harry its okay now, your going to be alright." A voice Harry recognized to be his favorite professor Remus Lupin. Harry felt arms slip under his stomach, and then felt himself being turned face - up. He still could not open his eyes, the light was too bright, even if it didn't reach down to the bottom stair. Harry felt the arms readjusting, and then felt being lifted up.

Damn, he doesn't weigh a thing, have those bastards even been feeding him? Remus was slowly moving up the stairs, aware that Harry kept saying things, but its was just a mumble. Remus bent lower, and heard, "Remus, I think I'm going insane. The light is too bright."
Remus replied, "No Harry, you aren't insane. Its ok, your going to be okay." There was nothing he could do about the light. Upon reaching the top stair, Remus could see Sirius threatening the father Dursley. "HOW LONG HAS HE BEEN IN THAT HOLE IN THE GROUND?!" Sirius yelled, at the ever turning purple Vernon.
"WHAT BUSINESS IS IT OF YOURS?" Vernon shouted back. Anyone who came into the room, whether they knew Sirius or not knew that it was taking all his self control to not put the death curse on the muggle. "Sirius, that's quite enough. Harry doesn't need the yelling right know." Remus said, quiet but firmly. Sirius took one look at his lover's face, and then down at his crumpled godson, and somehow, he became speechless. Vernon glared at the scene unfolding in pure hatred and disgust. "We are leaving now, Remus, hand me the floo powder." Sirius said calmly, but by no means without a tinge of anger. He took the small pouch and was about to flick a few pinches into the fire place when he heard, "You are NOT taking the boy, filth." Dursley said, on the verge of another eruption. This time, it was Remus who answered, "Why? Because we're taking your servant, your beating rag? Rot in hell Dursley, and all your kin." By then, Sirius had gone into the fire. Remus went into the fire and yelled, "1814 Dreuer Lane."

A/N - Well, that's the first chapter, hope everyone likes it! Now I'm not going to be one of those whiny people that say "This is my first time, so review, but be gentle". Oh, no. So review, but be brutally honest. Whatever you have to say, it sucks, it rocks, eh. Etc. whatever. Thanks!

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COOKIE

P.S. By the way, Cookie is my nickname, its what all my friends call me.